This sweet girl is the cousin of the boy in the previous post. An introvert to his extrovert, many of the photos I took of her were a bit...

I went to photograph this little guy and his cousin last winter. He immediately greeted me at the door, no sooner learning my name than...

I painted this portrait of myself some months back. It was done from a mirror (probably dirtier than it should have been.) As with any...

I did this small painting from a photo of my 3-year-old cousin. To say she was petulant the day I took it would be an understatement...

There's often a stage toward the beginning of working on a painting when doubt creeps in. Sometimes, after a rough first-pass, I'll look...

To accompany my mother's, here is a portrait of my father. Painting his skin tones reminded me of painting my grandmother; something in...

How I enjoyed painting this most familiar face. Painting her almost felt like reliving a memory—or more accurately, a thousand memories,...

In honor of his 56th birthday today, here's a little drawing of my dad, one of my favorite people in the universe. It is a companion to...

I was somewhat unnerved while making this little drawing of my mother, as though I was looking into a mirror that miraculously ages its...

Ursa, my two-year-old chocolate Labrador, is a constant source of joy (and occasionally exasperation) in my life. There are few things I...